aesling wrote:I'm pretty sure there's a circle of hell specially reserved for people who create Facebook profiles for their infants.

THIS. But don't forget about the people who change their profile picture to one of their spawn. Or the people who start posting pictures when the spawn is nothing but a speck on the ultrasound monitor. And last but not least, the people who make 20 posts a day, ALL about their damn kid, in the vain belief that someone outside their family actually cares about how much baby is pooping today...

Seriously, enough is ENOUGH, Todd McFarlane!

OtakuGray wrote:Sometimes anime can branch out to a younger audience and this is one of those times where you wish children would just go die.

Perfectly good pair of shades broke today - and I broke a sewing needle trying to fix them. God damn it. It would cost more to get them repaired than to just buy a new pair, so now I have to waste money and time on that.

You don't, clearly. I was using the needle as a placeholder for the screw, because there's something (a spring, I think) that keeps the hole in the earpiece from lining up unless it is pulled taut, which I was doing with the needle. I was planning to push the screw in while pulling the needle out, because otherwise the hole in the earpiece retracted and wouldn't let it pass. If that makes any sense. In any case, it didn't work.

When you start the day with a great attitude and you're in a good mood, but then some random fucking douchebag shits on you just because. It's like, Oh, you know how to try and make other people feel bad about themselves, does that make you feel like a fucking big man?

Radical_Yue wrote:When you start the day with a great attitude and you're in a good mood, but then some random fucking douchebag shits on you just because. It's like, Oh, you know how to try and make other people feel bad about themselves, does that make you feel like a fucking big man?

Return of the screaming children at my apartment complex today. When it gets to be warm weather, their parents send them outside and they scream. And scream. And scream. Literally nonstop. This will go from the wee hours of the morning to fairly late at night. It's always this high-pitched shrieking, too, not just playful yelling. You'd think that their parents would bring them inside from time to time, but no. The kids never seem to be watched by anyone or cared about at all.

Just saying, one of these times, when they're stomping around in the parking lot behind my car, I'm not gonna bother hitting the brakes for them.

EDIT: oh, and not being able to enter competitions on this site because none of them ever allow videogame footage. Seriously, WTF. I fail to see why this is even an issue.

Finding out that the Stormtrooper armor you bought is a horrible re-cast, that you could finish in theory but the material it's made out of is so fragile that you'd be repairing/replacing pieces of the armor literally every time you wore it. And you can't blame anyone but yourself for the mistake. Luckily the guys at 501st got me in contact with a more legit vendor but that's still going to cost me another $600 on top of what I already paid for the re-cast... This is an annoying and depressing set back.